The Poems, of the Late Christopher Smart, ... Consisting of His Prize Poems, Odes, Sonnets, and Fables, Latin and English Translations; ...Smart and Cowslade; and sold by F. Power and Company, London, 1791 |
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... Author of a Hare , 73 The Sick Monkey , 75 Apollo and Daphne , ib . The Mifer and the Moufe , Epigram on a Woman who was finging Ballads for Money to bury her Hufband , 76 ib . Το To the Right Hon . the Earl of Darlington , CONTENTS .
... Author of a Hare , 73 The Sick Monkey , 75 Apollo and Daphne , ib . The Mifer and the Moufe , Epigram on a Woman who was finging Ballads for Money to bury her Hufband , 76 ib . Το To the Right Hon . the Earl of Darlington , CONTENTS .
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... BALLAD I. I. By Y a prattling ftream , on a Midsummer's eve , Where the woodbine and jeff'mine their boughs inter- weave , Fair Flora , I cry'd , to my harbour repair , For I must have a chaplet for sweet William's hair . II . She ...
... BALLAD I. I. By Y a prattling ftream , on a Midsummer's eve , Where the woodbine and jeff'mine their boughs inter- weave , Fair Flora , I cry'd , to my harbour repair , For I must have a chaplet for sweet William's hair . II . She ...
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... BALLAD II . I. No more of my Harriot , of Polly no more , Nor all the bright beauties that charm'd me before ; My heart for a flave to gay Venus I've fold , And barter'd my freedom for ringlets of gold : I'll throw down my pipe , and ...
... BALLAD II . I. No more of my Harriot , of Polly no more , Nor all the bright beauties that charm'd me before ; My heart for a flave to gay Venus I've fold , And barter'd my freedom for ringlets of gold : I'll throw down my pipe , and ...
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... shall footh my foft pain ; While thousands of rivals are fighing in vain ; Let them rail at the fruit they can't reach , like the fox , While I have the lafs with the golden locks . The On my WIFE'S BIRTH - DAY . BALLAD III . 52 BALL A D S.
... shall footh my foft pain ; While thousands of rivals are fighing in vain ; Let them rail at the fruit they can't reach , like the fox , While I have the lafs with the golden locks . The On my WIFE'S BIRTH - DAY . BALLAD III . 52 BALL A D S.
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Christopher Smart. On my WIFE'S BIRTH - DAY . BALLAD III . I. " TIS Nancy's birth - day - raise your strains , Ye nymphs of the Parnaffian plains , And fing with more than ufual glee To Nancy , who was born for me . II . Tell the blithe ...
Christopher Smart. On my WIFE'S BIRTH - DAY . BALLAD III . I. " TIS Nancy's birth - day - raise your strains , Ye nymphs of the Parnaffian plains , And fing with more than ufual glee To Nancy , who was born for me . II . Tell the blithe ...
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